Short drabble based on Dream Painter's challenge found on potionsandsnitches: Write a story which begins with the line, "He was about to be kissed"
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes or anything of the like. They are J.K's creations. I'm borrowing them for a while.
A/N: I apologize for my million year hiatus period. For anyone who still follows me, I will hopefully update my other story, Tears of Outrage sometime before Halloween.
For new readers, I hope you enjoyed this gem of a story that came to me during Math Analysis.
He was about to be kissed.
There was no escape for him now, the Minister was bringing up the dementors himself. Snape will be thrilled! Poor Moony will be devastated when he finds out. He'll be all alone again. And Harry, my dear, sweet godson. I'll have to leave him again. I can almost feel their presence closing in on me. I seem to find myself in these sorts of situations a lot. It was different when we were younger, though. James was always there to save the day. But not anymore. He's gone.
Dead.
Dumbledore had been his last hope for survival. The vile creatures were going to take away his soul. Death was knocking on his window. But it wasn't death...
Harry?
And hope flared once more.
"You truly are your father's son!"
Potter had saved him once again.